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Who's Bell?
by Glenn CurrierThe great white behemoth
opens its square mouth
and vomits out
legs: fat, skinny, brown, pink
scurrying the gangway
eager to find the shops
and buses. Fingers wiggle
waiting to feel fabric and beads
hold cold local beer.
Who’s bell will ring here?
Spain, England, Netherlands, France?
Who’s canon echo
in new dominion?
Just listen.
Hear the accent
or angry exchange
in the back room
in Spanish or French.
The language speaks
the battled history
of ships landing
and explorers naming
San Martin, Corazon,
New Spain, Juana.
This morning I slipped on
my Curacao tee shirt
and my mind wandered. 08/06/2009 Author's Note: Although there is some debate about the naming of the new dominions, they run roughly like this: Corazon = Curacao, New Spain = Mexico, Juana = Cuba.
Posted on 08/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/06/09 at 04:24 PM COOL! I love this! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/06/09 at 05:37 PM Cute write Glenn! I like the nod to history. We are supposed to be a conglomerate of peoples and we are in terms of ethnicity. But it would seem we are divided considerably along economic lines. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/06/09 at 06:57 PM This is really very colorful, if one lets that open up. Good poetics and good points. The tee shirt was like hoot! Thanks. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/06/09 at 09:09 PM ...i am/was tickled by your wordology, it had a red pepper, double-dutch feel to it...a lively cadence of a ho-hum day o' life...cool. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/08/09 at 01:00 AM Ahhh a bit of geography and history in imaginative poetic form. Both informative and entertaining. |
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